This was why Cultivators from the Ancestral Sects, who upheld the orthodox Daoist Lineage in the greater world outside, felt an immediate sense of relief upon entering a minor realm.
It was as if they had been carrying a heavy burden for a long time and were suddenly freed from their shackles, no longer bound hand and foot.
"Immortal Master, we will never forget your great benevolence!"
The Jiao Girl hastily prostrated herself, repeatedly expressing her gratitude. She even deliberately arched her rear, hoping the Immortal Master might spare her a few more glances.
'If he was stirred by lust and took me into his chambers, wouldn't that be a meteoric rise to power?'
The Thick Eyebrow Daoist didn't even spare her a glance, his heart completely unmoved. This kind of demon, merely tainted with the blood essence of a dragon's offspring, was hardly a true "dragon kind."
'Sleeping with her would be a pointless defilement of my True Yang and an utter waste of Magical Power.'
